Friday, October 24, 2014

Oh, all the comrades that e'er I hadThey're sorry for my going away.And all the sweethearts that e'er I hadWould wish me one more day to stay.But since it fell unto my lotThat I should go and you should not;I will gently rise and softly call --Good night and peace be with you all. Trad. Irish.

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I lived and worked on the south side of OKC when the happened. Made many frantic phone calls to friends and family to make sure they were okay. My daughters were babysitting my nephew on that side of town, my first call, of course.I was working at Walmart, and our front doors flapped open and closed from the blast and the store shook, the store faced away from it. The first words out of my mouth were that there had been an explosion, though I couldn't tell you why I thought that.I didn't lose any family or close friends, but knew the woman whose daughter was the only pregnant woman to be killed in the blast. She was devastated as that was her only child.This was a horrible moment in the state's history and one we shouldn't forget, but it's time to move on from the debilitating grief and rehashing over who should have done what. Remember, yes, definitely, but honor their memories instead of constant grieving.

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Middle-aged Middle-westerner, retired Marine and Detroiter who somehow wound up in a farm village of 1100 people. I am a Red Cross volunteer and adrenalin junkie, and recently retired from my job as a bioterrorism/public health planner. My hobbies are military history and needlework. I share the bungalow with the Spousal Unit, Batdog our GSD, Reserve Cat, our very large and increasingly grumpy ginger tom, and the New Kids (Sheba and Minnie). You will find here free patterns from my collection of pre-1955 needlework magazines (sewing, knitting, tatting, crochet, embroidery, etc) as well as old recipes, vintage household hints, poetry, occasional rants, LOLCats, and any pieces of ephemera that tickle my fancy.